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Batmanwayne
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Gears, Grime, and Gunslingers Jun 25, 2015 23:08:31 GMT -8

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Post by Batmanwayne on Jun 25, 2015 23:08:31 GMT -8

Grime.

That was one of many ways to describe the aptly-named city. It was tightly packed inside a huge cave, with the buildings interlocking; creating an uneven grid of houses, shops, and other hodge-podge structures. The place was huge, though, stretching for miles in any given direction. Towering above it all was the House of Justice - a mean, seven-story tall building that had a fantastic vantage point over the hive of scum and decay - which had managed to keep a narrow road between it and the exit at the far side of the city. Anyone insane enough to leave found themselves in a desert wasteland comparable to the freakin’ Sahara. We’re talking hot here… and, well, desert-y. Five days going west would get you to another city, Dross, while about the same distance in the other direction you get Scoria. Neither are much different from where you left. Same hobos, same vagabonds, and same cutthroat merchants who would sooner gut you and steal your crap to sell than actually sell you anything they had in stock. South of the city, though, there was nothing; at least, as far as people knew. Sure, some people that came back said they’d seen dragons (Yeah, dragons. Crazy, right?), but given that they were half-starved and dehydrated, many people didn’t believe. I sure as hell didn’t. Anyway, in the final big compass direction, north, there’s one helluva mountain. And past that? The Garden of Grimoire. Miles and miles of stone spire and arches… and murderous little critters of just about every shape and size. Oh, and definitely dragons. Enough people came back lucid (and burnt) enough for that to be obvious.

What has been more debated is the existence of one of those flying cities, just past all of that.

Yeah, you heard me right: flying cities. Those things are paradises, if even only half the things I’ve heard about ‘em are true. You want water flowing out of every other orifice you find? Bam, you got it. Green, lush flora? You’re in business! But guess who doesn’t get it? Us. We, the people. The vast majority. However you put it, it’s only the select few that managed to get up there, and they’re hell-bent on keeping it that way. The way they do that is by using these huge golems - Disil, is what most people call them - to reach up with their giant freakin’ arms and transport people around. Gods alone know when people decided to use these things, much less figure out how to keep them running and fit people inside them… but there you go.They just walk around the wasteland, stepping on anything that gets in the way, and transporting those few that are allowed on up to the cities above our lowly heads. Gods alone why they do what they do or what exactly they do, ‘cause if you’re smart, you’ll stay away from those things.

So yeah, you catch all that? Don’t worry. Just keep your head down, avoid the big golems and flying cities, don’t got north or south, and you should be fine. Until you get cornered in an alley and shanked over some gambling dispute.

Welcome to Grime.

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Gears, Grime, and Gunslingers is a western/steampunk/fantasy-styled RP co-DMed by Batmanwayne and Burgerwarrior. There’s a wide range of character and equipment possibilities, but there is one very important note:

You’re all convicted criminals, held by Grime’s local sheriffs.

With that said, you still possess freedom. Just make sure you’re small enough to fit in a cell. Natural weapons don’t matter, because these guys have equipment to stun. Why they bothered to use it on you is up to you, as is how you were captured. The important thing is, you’ve been arrested, and are probably facing capital punishment.

It hasn’t been a good day for your character(s).

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CHARACTER SHEET

Name:
Gender: (Fairly self-explanatory)
Race: (Freedooooom! Just nothing more than a story tall, or with the ability to fly…)

Appearance: (Words and/or pictures. Both is nice.)

Equipment: (Iron Kingdoms tech, essentially [firearms, melee weapons, armor, etc.]. (steamjacks are illegal without a permit, and magic in general is illegal to practice and/or study)

Personality: (Just give me the general personality of your character.)

Biography: (Fairly self-explanatory)

Crimes Committed: (This ranges from stealing a crust of bread to mass homicide to practicing/studying any magic, or manufacturing steamjacks.)

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EXAMPLE CHARACTER

Name: Aeacus Greywood
Gender: Male
Race: Human

Appearance:

Equipment: Cybernetic left arm (grappling Launcher in arm, hand operates as claw), cybernetic left eye, hardened black crystal bowie knife (sharp and the size of small sword), one revolver, one customized revolver (longer barrel, bigger, scope linked to the cybernetic eye).

Personality: Courageous, disciplined, dangerous, resentful. These four words best describe Aeacus Greywood. While he fears oppression and weakness, he is driven to find freedom and strength.

Biography:

Aeacus spent most of his life in the city of Dross. He was abandoned by his reckless parents when he was only six, but he was taken in by the Dead Eyes gang. He quickly learned the ways of the streets as he aided the gang in theft, sabotaging mining facilities, and other various crimes. Aeacus moved up in rank and was like a son to their leader Felix Thorn. Felix’s real son, Diego, was a rival of Aeacus’, though, who was always competing for Felix’s approval. Eventually, Diego’s resentment grew to such bounds that he sold out the Dead Eyes gang to an unknown party. Instead of being thrown in jail, they were rounded up, blindfolded and sent into the Garden of Grimoire. There Aeacus struggled to survive for six days, fighting off the various monsters that made the Garden their home, until the few remaining members of the Dead Eyes gang - including Felix - arrived at the garden to rescue him. Aeacus’ left eye had been gouged out and his left arm was completely bitten off during his time fighting for his life, but they managed to nurse him back to health.

Unfortunately, when the soldiers that originally captured them heard news that a few of the members had survived, they went to finish the job.

Felix hid Aeacus in the hospital as the gang was gunned down. When the dust settled, Aeacus emerged to fine Felix’s bloodied body, lying along with the other fallen gangsters. Filled with rage, Aeacus has been on a quest for vengeance ever since.

With the help of a known practicing mage, mechanic, and smith, he intercepted shipments for new mining equipment and steam jacks to create a new arm and eye. With these powerful tools, Aeacus turned into a killer. He hunted down the men involved with the extermination of the Dead Eyes and other government militia. He heard recent word that Diego had been seen doing business with the Mayor of Grime on behalf of the Elites. Aeacus headed to Grime with a plan; one that some may have dubbed insane. All he needed were people crazy enough to join him.

...And what better place was there to look for such people than a prison?

Crimes Committed: Mass homicide, possession of magic/mechanical limbs, gang affiliations, (violently) resisted arrest, possession of modified firearm, possession of unlicensed weapons.

Last Edit: Jun 27, 2015 17:49:40 GMT -8 by Batmanwayne

Burgerwarrior
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Gears, Grime, and Gunslingers Jun 27, 2015 17:36:56 GMT -8

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Post by Burgerwarrior on Jun 27, 2015 17:36:56 GMT -8

Name: Rava Khator
Gender: Female
Race: Tiefling - humanoid beings with a number of demonic physical traits, namely horns and scaly tails. Despite this, they are no more likely to do evil than any other race, and largely share the same abilities and temperaments as humans (albeit their horns and tails give them some additional natural weapons).

Appearance: Tall but well-muscled as well, Rava has an amazonian appearance that is enforced by her stern manner, and her occasionally blunt approach to solving problems. Despite her profession in magic, Rava still wears fairly utilitarian clothing, and even some armor. Which has a convenient hole added to allow her crimson-scaled lizard-like tail to poke out.

Equipment: While her primary weapon is a spellbook that Rava has painstakingly assembled over the years, she also carries a short sword for when the fire and flames of the etherium fail to protect her.

Personality: Rava Khator is focused, tough, and terse. She seems determined to undo the order of things, and set herself on the forbidden path of mastering magic to do so. She also left a trail of bodies and bloody rituals in her wake in her attempts to master the winds of the etherium, ultimately succeeding in her attempts. However, it’s obvious she’s willing to sacrifice much - perhaps everything - in pursuit of her goals.

Biography: Rava Khator was born somewhere in the wild deserts in a nomadic tribe of Tieflings. Constantly hunted by more civilized peoples, the tribe constantly wandered, raiding settlements and cities alike to get the supplies they needed to survive. Rava learned to fight and move quickly and relatively quietly from her time with the tribe. However, the elders realized she had a very strong will… something that was key to using the ancient powers of magic their people had mastered once upon a time. Thus, in secret, they began to take her aside and train her, granting her the ritualistic tattoos she bears today, in the process. She received one set of tattoos for every spell and ritual she was taught. Thus, Rava’s whole body is covered in the things from head to toe.

However, almost as soon as she was done training (convenient, right?), the tribe was ambushed. Strange soldiers that descended from the heavens came down and wreaked bloody havoc, slaughtering most of the tieflings and leaving the few scattered survivors to flee into the desert. Needless to say, very few survived that.

One very particular tiefling survived through all of those trials, though, and nursed a burning hatred for the ‘sky people’. The Elites. They would pay for what they had done. (Even though, in all honesty, her people had been begging for such retribution for decades with their merciless raiding).

At any rate, she continued her tribe’s legacy of performing devastating raids and then vanishing into the desert sands, using her magic to devastating effect. It took a whole year before authorities managed to track her down, stun her, and drag her to Grime for some proper, civilized justice.

Crime: Dabbling in the arcane is a serious criminal offense, but on top of that Rava is held with innumerable charges of homicide and arson.. Not to mention resisting arrest with extreme levels of violence.

Last Edit: Jun 28, 2015 22:24:28 GMT -8 by Burgerwarrior

Fancymanofcornwood
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Gears, Grime, and Gunslingers Jun 27, 2015 18:47:29 GMT -8

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Post by Fancymanofcornwood on Jun 27, 2015 18:47:29 GMT -8

(~~Sorry, forgot my login crap: Disregard the guest post I made above~~) Cleared it - Eidolon

Name: Jebediah Harper
Gender: Male
Race: Plain old human.

Appearance:

Equipment: Besides a pipe and an unspecified amount of tobacco and matches, Harper keeps several sticks of dynamite tucked in the sleeves of his reinforced jacket, and on several occasions has kept an entire bundle in his top-hat. But while he’s an expert at placed explosives, Harper is also a quick gunhand, favoring a pearl-handled 8-chamber revolver that dispenses rifle caliber bullets. Luckily the thief was rich enough early on to get “some work done” on his wrists to keep them from breaking from the recoil.

Personality: He’s as slick as he dresses and as greedy as he looks; he’ll make the most of any predicament and try to come out with a profit if he can help it. Seems like a bit of a pushover due to his charismatic nature, though there’s more than a few gang leaders and merchants decomposing in the wastelands of Grime riddled with bullet-holes that found out a might bit late Harper is anything but that.

Biography: Harper started out like much any other merchant in Grime; came about his goods through small-time thievery and a little swindling before slowly but surely rolling up a profit. Soon enough he practically became a mockery of those that lived on the giant golems that strode the lands, albeit carrying the taint of a savvy Grime criminal. Once he built a big enough fortune in arms dealing, Harper had enough gold left over to start some investments. These investments being sponsoring gangs and hiring henchmen to sabotage competition.

Unfortunately, Harper had taken on a bit more than he could chew. After scraping out of the middle of a turf struggle, Harper found himself on the run with as much of his profits as he could carry. And he enjoyed it. It was here that Harper went from a wannabe gang boss to a freelancing criminal. Albeit one with more than a few coins in his purse.

For years Harper struck across the most civilized towns in Grime, often hiring local gunmen and even bribing officials as he engaged in the most direct form of getting rich: Bank robbing. As addressed in his official criminal record, Harper left more than a few dead and wounded men that he’d hired in his wake while he made his escape, callously exchanging lives for profit.

Unfortunately, his bank robbing spree came to an abrupt end after several years of success. The local authority, tipped off by an undercover deputy who often did her spy work at the local saloon, set up a trap for Harper who was planning on taking on the town bank with a posse of hired freelancers and small-time gangers. Most were killed, the few captured hung, but not Harper. For whatever reason he was sentenced and locked behind bars, the judge decreeing his punishment would soon be determined.

Crimes Committed: Bank robbing. Lots of it. Also half a dozen accounts of civilian murder with almost three times as many unprosecuted murders of gangers and thieves, several of whom were serving Harper as henchmen in various escapades (If you come out with less henchmen than you started out with, the more gold there is to go around, right?.

Last Edit: Jun 27, 2015 19:48:43 GMT -8 by Eidolon

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Sirkell
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Gears, Grime, and Gunslingers Jun 28, 2015 22:12:56 GMT -8

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Post by Sirkell on Jun 28, 2015 22:12:56 GMT -8

Name: Wilhelm von Brock
Gender: Male
Race: Human

Appearance: *See center man above*

Equipment: Still functional but battered and dented Imperial Guardsman Armour(left suit), officer's saber, and six shooter

Personality: Stuck up and aristocratic. Focuses on his honor and will fight to the death to defend it

Biography: Wilhelm von Brock was a lieutenant in the Imperial Guard, the main forces that rode on the Disil and protected the bourgeoisie from Dragon raiders and the usual petty backstabbing that the upper echelons tended to do. His parents, both noble class, sent him off to military school from a young age and Wilhelm had developed an obsession with honor and defending it. He rose through the ranks at an average pace, making first lieutenant by the age of 24.

During one of his routine runs, Wilhelm was patrolling the upper decks when a young noble began to talk poorly of the Imperial Guard regiments, calling them unintelligent chauffeurs for the upper class. The lieutenant refused to let such talk circulate and challenged the nobleman to a duel. On a balcony, high above they fought, witnessed by several Guardsmen and nobles. Wilhelm fought valiantly, nearly winning the fight, except mid-duel the nobleman shot Wilhelm with a hidden pistol. The shot knocked Wilhelm from the balcony, where he plummeted to the earth, hundreds of feet below.

His death was only delayed by a dragon raid. By chance one of the raiders ended up below Wilhelm, breaking his fall as he smashed into the dragon and rider before hitting the ground. Battered, bleeding, and left behind, Wilhelm struggled to make his way to the nearest town.

In his few days of travel to the city, the nobles had painted a story of a traitorous Guardsman who had assisted the Dragon raiders and attacked a duke. Word had spread to the law enforcement of the lower cities to arrest Wilhelm and hold him until he could be collected for execution at the higher courts (a courtesy for the rich). Still recovering from his wound, Wilhelm was captured in Grime after managing to stay free for nearly a whole month since his downfall.

Crimes Committed: Desertion and treason

Last Edit: Jun 28, 2015 23:06:37 GMT -8 by Sirkell

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Underaquestingmoon
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Gears, Grime, and Gunslingers Jul 11, 2015 10:00:02 GMT -8 via mobile

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Post by Underaquestingmoon on Jul 11, 2015 10:00:02 GMT -8

CHARACTER SHEET

Name: Céili (kaylee) Evett
Gender: female
Race: Shapeshifter - can only shift into living being with vertebrae. Can not shift any taller than 8ft. Eyes stay the same color always, even during shifts.

Appearance: dashinvaine.co.uk/galleries/digital%20art/images/dark_girl_with_purple_eyes_by_dashinvaine_jpg.jpg

This is Céili's natural appearance, without the piercings.

Equipment: two pistols, two knives, leather armor, leather boots, various poisons, pouch of gold coins, lockpicks.

Personality: She takes everything she hears seriously, and has very little sense of humor. Her primary focus in life is survival, and she is willing to break laws and necks to do that when necessary. She’s pretty solitary, and prefers to keep to herself whenever possible. Still, she’s not afraid to shamelessly do whatever it takes to get what she wants. She is fiercely loyal to those she feels have earned it.

Biography: Céili grew up on the streets of Grime with her fellow clan mates. Like the rest of them, she was raised learning to provide for the clan through acts of thievery. Like all the other younglings, she started off just being a distraction for the target, but as she got older, she began to be chosen for more difficult missions.

The first time Céili killed was on one of these specialty missions. As a general rule, it was frowned upon for shifters to take a life, but Céili had been attacked by the man she had shifted into. He had had dealings with shifters in the past, and was furious to see his own face being worn. He came at her with his bare hands and Céili defended herself with her knife. The reputation of the shifters' rules worked in her favor, though, since she was never accused for his death. However, her fellow clan mates began to suspect her shortly after the second time it happened. As such, they kicked her out, forcing her to fend for herself. Unsure where to go, Céili began to live in the shadows again, unwilling to truly give up her life of thievery, especially since she was so good at it.

Without the protection of the clan, Céili's goals became darker. She wanted to destroy those who had cast her out. She continued shifting into different targets, but she started using their identities to commit other crimes. Always she would make sure someone saw her eyes and identified her as a shifter before she ran away. In this way, she began to destroy her clan's reputation, and that of nearly all shifters. Because of her actions, many of her kind ended up in prison or executed. That wasn't good enough for her, however. She wanted revenge on everyone she'd grown up with, everyone she'd trusted, and would do anything to get that, even if it meant spending a few nights in jail here or there.

Crimes Committed: Several counts of thievery, from things like food to jewelry to identities. A few various homicides, but she’s never been caught before.

"There are times when the only choices you have left are bad ones."

Batmanwayne
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Gears, Grime, and Gunslingers Jul 13, 2015 21:42:03 GMT -8

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Post by Batmanwayne on Jul 13, 2015 21:42:03 GMT -8

DEADLINE FOR SIGN-UPS IS THIS WEDNESDAY JULY 15TH.

WE ALSO START. THIS WEDNESDAY JULY 15TH.

If you see this message later than the date above and still want to join. Post a character and I'll work you in asap. I'm nice that way.

....but your chances of being killed and/or dramatically injured greatly increase.

Burgerwarrior
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Gears, Grime, and Gunslingers Jul 14, 2015 17:19:05 GMT -8

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Post by Burgerwarrior on Jul 14, 2015 17:19:05 GMT -8

Name: Snorbol Ruddins
Gender: Male
Race: Kobold
Race Description: Essentially, kobolds are lizardfolk halflings. Weak but agile, and only standing around three feet in height on average, they often hide in the dregs of society, carving out lives of thievery and scavenging.

Appearance: Snorbol is short for a kobold; that is, about two and a half feet tall. He also has a constant runny nose.

Equipment: A small, cobbled-together blunderbuss that is highly inaccurate and medium and long range, but can be loaded with virtually anything, thus making it very versatile and deadly in close quarters. He also wields a basic pick that, frankly, isn’t the best melee weapon to begin with, but it also has a versatility that still makes it valuable.

Besides weapons, Snorbol wears thick - if cobbled-together - clothing that keeps him both warm and protected. He also carries a hefty, heavily patched-up bag which he uses to haul scrap and shinies around. He typically keeps it well-stocked, as he is often capable of scrapping together weapons and equipment on the fly; though given the nature of such creations, they often fail spectacularly after one use, if they don’t fall apart during the first use.

Personality: Snorbol is an odd combination of meek, mischievous, and sly. He general dislikes being the center of most attention, and yet he has an incurable pranking streak in his personality that often pushes him into the metaphorical (and occasionally literal) spotlight.

Biography: Snorbol Ruddins was born and raised Grime. Albeit in one of the darker corners, as are many members of his race. His clan specialized in scavenging over thievery, however, giving him a good reputation amongst his kind and even a few other people in the neighborhood. However, Grime’s sheriffs were not as understanding; to them, one kobold was just like another. Thus, Snorbol was raised to live by the law but avoid those that upheld it.

It was a tricky situation to be in, but he managed. For a while.

As he was scavenging one day, wrapped up in pitiful rags and wading through a pile of trash, he caught sight of a better-dressed, better-equipped, and altogether better-looking kobold; naturally of the female persuasion. Making his way over to her, Snorbol took his first few literal steps down a path very different from his old life. A path that sent him higher than he’d ever been before as he scavenged by day, only to take to thieving with his new friend at night. He quickly became relatively rich, which gained the attention of his clan. Even though he shared his wealth cheerfully, they were suspicious as to where it came from.

In the end, it was one of his cousins that found out. When the news spread through the clan, Snorbol found himself cast out, alone except for some scrap, his equipment, and the clothes on his back.

After that, everything steadily went downhill until the young Ruddins was finally caught trying to sell a stolen item in a desperate gambit to pay for his supper. At the very least, he can look forward to some prison food before he is sentenced.

Crimes Committed: Scavenged without a license, bought and sold scrap without a license, thievery, burglary, resisted arrest

Batmanwayne
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Gears, Grime, and Gunslingers Jul 15, 2015 21:27:11 GMT -8

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Post by Batmanwayne on Jul 15, 2015 21:27:11 GMT -8

ALRIGHT YA'LL FIRST POST IS UP.

POST AWAY.

UPDATED WEDNESDAYS UNLESS REASONS. IF YOU DONT POST FREQUENTLY WENT WE ARE MOVING ON, YOU WILL BE EITHER WOUNDED OR KILLED. IF LIFE HAPPENS i completely understand just let me know. but IF YOU ARE JUST LAZY YOU WILL DIE A GRUESOME OR BASIC DEATH. (The whooping cough or splinter)